Zealots were of little value to the gods of Order.
They could provide a lot of faith power, a dozen or even a hundred times that of ordinary orthodox believers.
But the problem was that these people were too extreme.
They didn't care about the status of others at all, nor did they care about the context in which they spoke. If anyone dared to say anything bad about their god, they would fight.
There was no room for negotiation.
They would push things to the point of no return.
So most of the time, zealots were properly placed.
They were placed in some special organizations and bound by doctrine.
But this wasn't very safe.
On the other hand, if they were to find a 'chance' to escape, it would cause a lot of trouble.
The Church of Light threw all zealots into the Inquisition, so at least one-third of the people in the entire Inquisition were zealots.
Including Director Macaron.
He looked at the Pope, then glanced slightly at the three Saint Samurai with a flat expression. "I didn't expect big shots like you to come to our gray place."
"Macaron, have your people stop." The Pope sighed. "This can't go on. We can do an internal audit, but outsiders can't just arrest people at will. We need evidence."
"Evidence?" Macaron snorted. "Is that important? Is it more important than the reputation of our church? Can it make the Goddess less angry? You should feel it too, the Goddess has cast her gaze down, and if we don't do something, she will be disappointed. "
The Pope held back his anger and advised, "This is not a reason for you to arrest people at will, and I've now heard that you sent people to the First Princess's manor to arrest people again!"
"Can't I?" Macaron snorted. "A woman with the aura of a demon god is wandering in the territory of our Holy Realm. The Holy Lady ignores her when she sees it, and you all ignore her when you hear about it. Since you all ignore this obvious oddity at such an important time, then the Inquisition will be responsible for capturing her and bringing her back for interrogation.
"That's the royal family's territory, not ours." The Pope finally couldn't help it. He slammed the table and shouted, "Don't be petty, you have to look at the big picture. In this case, just uncover the people who corrupted Tula. If we really attack the royal family, we will face the combined counterattack of the royal family and the Association of Mages. The two forces are inextricably linked. If you send people to the First Princess's manor now, isn't that declaring war on the royal family? Declare war on the Association of Magic? "
"So what?" Macaron snorted.
"Stephanie is the future queen. Do you understand? What should we do if something happens to her?"
"Even if the princess is gone, there are still princes. Many princes can inherit the throne." Macaron stood up straight and looked proud. "They only lost a princess, but we lost a Saint Samurai."
The pope took a deep breath. He was almost unable to contain his anger. "Anyway, I forbid you from sending anyone to deal with Stephanie."
"You have no right to order me, Pope." Macaron snorted. "Since the establishment of the Inquisition, it has not been under the control of the Papal Hall. You can't control what we want to do."
The Pope was so angry that the veins on his forehead were about to pop.
The Divine Radiant Cult had a tripartite system.
The Pope commanded all the archbishops and battle priests, the Holy Lady managed the clerical staff, the Church's propaganda, and logistics, while the Inquisition cleaned up traitors internally and did some more shady finishing work externally.
Under normal circumstances, the Divine Radiant Cult would respect the Pope.
But when it came to a critical moment, each faction had the power to simply act.
Normally, the Inquisition would give the Pope face, but now that the other side did not accept the Pope's command and management, the Pope could not deal with them in the name of apostasy.
Macaron said to his confidant next to him, "Thomas, take five hundred men and set off. If anyone dares to stop you, deal with them under the apostasy statute. If you can't deal with someone, come back and tell me."
Thomas smiled and glanced at the Pope, then turned and left.
The Pope was so angry that his teeth were about to break, and then he immediately said to a Saint Samurai behind him, "Orlanto, your light wings are better and you can fly faster. Now go inform Her Highness the First Princess immediately and tell her to be careful. Even if there is internal strife in the Church of Light. "
The Saint Samurai turned and left.
Most of the Saint Samurai were battle priests, so they were more respectful of the Pope, their old boss.
Macaron looked coldly at the Pope. "To tell the public that we are having internal strife. Pope, where does this put the reputation of our church? Does the Goddess still want face? Do you, as the Pope, still have any intention of defending the Goddess? "
The Pope said slowly, "Everything I do is for the development of the church, to spread the glory of the Goddess to more places."
"You have been compromising with the secular forces, and I don't see any moves by you to spread glory." Macaron stretched out a finger and pointed it at the Pope's heart. "Ask your own conscience, in the decades you have been in power, has the total number of believers of our church increased?"
The Pope snorted. "A boorish man is fit to talk to me about the healing of the church? You don't even know what it means to protect the foundation. "
"I only know that as long as the secular forces are beaten into submission, there will naturally be more believers." Macaron laughed coldly. "I'll help you do what your Papal Hall doesn't dare to do. That's all. Pope, please go back. Your identity is noble, and it's not suitable for you to stay in such a dark place."
The Pope's old face grew darker, and he snorted, flicked his sleeves, and turned to leave.
Out of the Inquisition's range, the Pope said to the two Saint Samurai behind him, "You also go to the First Princess's manor and take a look. If a fight breaks out, try to stop them, that is, don't let the princess's side suffer too many casualties, and don't hurt our own people."
The two Saint Samurai spread their wings and left.
The Pope looked forlorn.
Although he was angry at Macaron's wanton behavior, the Inquisition was full of people from his own Church of Light, and he had to help them clean up the mess they had done, and he couldn't really push them out and see them as outsiders.
It was just a relationship between the palm and the back of the hand.
At this moment, in front of the First Princess stood Orlanto.
After listening to the other's account, Stephanie showed a sarcastic look. "Honorable Saint Samurai, your people are coming, and now you're letting us go … I'm grateful for your advance notice, but I have a question for you. Can you answer it?"
"Please go ahead." Orlanto bowed slightly in a gentlemanly manner.
"If we go, it means we're afraid of the Church of Light. What will others think of the royal family? Won't they think we're cowards? " Stephanie's words were gentle, but the words that popped out of her pink lips were each sharper than the last. "Glory is hard to establish, but it can be destroyed with one or two small things. In the future, the royal family will have a reputation for cowardice. Can you afford it? Or could it be that this was all part of your plan? It was you who sent people out to deal with me, and it was you who persuaded me to leave. You've done the bad guys, and you've done the good guys. It's interesting that you can damage the reputation of the royal family without making us hate you. "
Orlanto's face became rather stiff.
When he came, he did have the idea of saving and protecting the First Princess.
As long as they weren't corrupted, the Saint Samurai had a bottom line and a code of conduct.
But he couldn't control what others would think.
"I …" Orlanto was at a loss for words. He was a Saint Samurai, not a politician, not an orator, and didn't know how to deal with such a scene.
The First Princess looked at him and snorted. "So, Mr. Orlanto, please go back. Today, I, Stephanie Fareins, will stand here and never retreat, whether it's the Inquisition or His Holiness the Pope's legion of battle priests. No one can make me take half a step out of the manor. "
A cold, murderous aura hit him in the face.
Orlanto closed his eyes helplessly. He knew that things were really going the way the Pope feared.
The Inquisition was messing around and had their eyes on the First Princess.
Once something happened to the First Princess, the Association of Mages would definitely lean toward the royal family.
If the other side joined forces, it would cause a series of chain reactions, and it would be strange if the entire capital wasn't in chaos.
And the devils hidden in it, who hadn't been found yet, would take advantage of this opportunity to cause trouble.
Even if they couldn't corrupt the Saint Samurai, as long as they corrupted one or two archbishops, or high-grade priests, it would still be a big loss for the church.
He rubbed his brow, now at a loss for how to persuade her.
He had discovered that the more he persuaded the First Princess, Stephanie, the more determined she would be.
This was no longer a simple dispute of interest, but a matter of face.
But could he leave?
He didn't dare.
At this moment, Stephanie looked at him and continued, "Mr. Orlanto, please leave my manor. When the Inquisition comes over later and there is a conflict, we will only see you as an enemy and attack together."
"I see."
Orlanto turned and left the manor.
As soon as he stepped out of the door, he saw Thomas coming over with more than five hundred gray-robed Inquisitors.
He immediately blocked the intersection, and when they came up to him, he said, "Thomas, listen to my advice and stop. Director Macaron's judgment was wrong. We shouldn't have come to the First Princess' manor. And the First Princess has no reason to raise devils to trap us. "
"Whether there is a reason or not, we won't know until we ask." Thomas looked at Orlanto. "Lord Saint Samurai, you do have the power to order all believers, but we, the Inquisition, also have the right not to take orders. Please get out of the way and don't make things difficult for us. "
"Then what if I don't get out of the way?" Orlanto snorted. "Are you going to kill me too, or subdue me and throw me in your dungeon?"
"How could that be?" Thomas smiled. "The Saint Samurai is the goddess' favorite child. Of course we don't dare and can't hurt you, but we can hurt ourselves."
Orlanto froze. What did that mean?
"Seven-eight, eight-two, six-nine, forty-four, step out."
Four gray-robed men stepped out.
Thomas smiled and said, "Cut your own throats."
As soon as those words were spoken, the four gray-robed men didn't hesitate to take out their daggers and swipe them across their throats.
There was no hesitation, no confusion.
Four arrows of blood spurted out, and the four gray-robed men fell at the same time.
Professionals had tenacious vitality, and even if it was a fatal injury, they wouldn't die immediately.
They lay on the ground, gurgling in their throats, breathing mixed with arterial blood as they spurted out, sucked back in, and spurted out again.
It was like the sound of a fountain about to dry up.
The lack of oxygen was quite painful, but there was no pain on the faces of these four men, and there was no sadness in their eyes, only relief after completing the order, and fanaticism!
"You're crazy!" Orlanto lost it in shock.
He hurriedly used 'Sunlight Illumination' to suppress the injuries of these four people and strengthen their vitality.
Then he rushed over and immediately performed divine healing on the four dying men.
With that, there was no way for him to block the middle of the road.
Thomas waved his hand, and the team bypassed Orlanto and continued forward.
As Orlanto healed the men, he turned back and roared, "Thomas, you bastard, you bastard who ordered the mutilation of your companions, when I'm free, I'm going to punish you with the laws of the sect."
Thomas looked back, his eyes similar to those of the four dying men just now. "It's okay, Your Holiness, I'm willing to pay anything as long as the glory of the goddess can be shed on the world a little more. Whether it's money, freedom, life, or my soul. "
With that, Thomas winked at Orlanto and turned to continue forward.
Orlanto trembled with anger. "Another fanatic lunatic."
He didn't dare stop these heretical interrogators, because if the treatment was interrupted, the four men would die immediately.
The Saint Samurai's healing was indeed impressive, but it was still a bit of a struggle to heal four people at the same time.
If he had only healed one person, he should have been able to save his life by now.
With four seriously injured men, he could only hang on to his life for now.
Macaron led the five hundred men to Stephanie's manor.
The security here was tight, and when the royal guards saw so many black-robed men coming over, they immediately shouted, "Who are you? This is the residence of Her Highness the First Princess Stephanie, and all unrelated personnel are to stop immediately and not to come any closer without the princess' permission. "
Macaron made an attack gesture forward and said, "Except for the First Princess Stephanie, everyone else is to be killed."
As soon as the words were spoken, the bodies of the five hundred gray-robed men emitted a pale golden light at the same time.
The overwhelming light divine spells came crashing down.
The First Princess Stephanie was sitting in the library at this time, trying to discuss with Roland how to deal with the attack of the temple, but she hadn't even said a few words when she saw Roland's expression change drastically.
Roland waved his hand directly, and a small pale blue barrier directly enveloped him and the First Princess.
Stephanie froze for a moment, then saw through the translucent blue barrier layer that there was a great deal of light outside the window.
Then a large number of spells were thrown in.
A complete carpet bombing.
Balls of light. A large number of balls of light, spears of light, and arrows of light were thrown into the manor as if they cost nothing.
The rumbling sound of the explosion caused everything to shatter and splatter.
At the same time, there was a burst of strong light, and after only looking for less than three seconds, Stephanie's eyes were dazzled.
At the same time, she became extremely angry. "Temple of Light, how dare you do this!"
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